THREE HAIKU FRIDAY

I got into work this morning and everyone seemed to be overly happy that it was Friday. The kitchen was full of it.

"How are you?"

"Yeah, it's Friday."

"How's it going?"

"Tired."

"Really?"

"Yeah. But it's Friday."

"True, true."

Laugh laugh. Door swings shut. Wait seven days, and hit repeat.

I don't mean to be counter-cultural, or stand out, but are Fridays really that great? Are you supposed to work so hard and so fast that the last day of the working week is just a joyous relief? Are you supposed to spend four days feeling so trapped inside your decision to work here, that when the prospect of two days of freedom makes its weekly appearance you walk about the office with a giddy head and a silly smile?

I don't think so. But then, my view of Fridays might be a bit obscured. Typically, I go home to a dark, empty flat and stay by myself until Sunday. Not today though - more about that later.

Meanwhile, here's a haiku.

We all cheer Fridays
When ticker-tape happiness
Precedes the darkness

And here are two more, which sum up what happened to me at lunchtime. Erica liked these so much that she pinned them to the wall.

I bought a pizza
Then the wind took hold of it
And turned it over

So I went back in
And bought another pizza
Which tasted sweeter